Loving the Life You Have

I swear it happens weekly. I open my mouth and some clerk or new patient or person on the street asks me where I am from. I feel like a transplant from a foreign land.  Even though I left decades ago and have successfully eradicated the “ya’lls” and...

Cleaning Closets

I am used to it by now.  Someone calls.  They want an appointment.  We meet.  I hear the tip, the tip of the iceberg, that moment that toppled them into seeking professional help.  I tell them who I am, what I can offer them and how I provide it.  They tell me that...